Stephen could sense her reluctance, and he was sure she could sense his. This wasn't the fairy-tale wedding everyone seemed to be declaring it to be, but the only two people who didn't have a say were the ones most affected. But, well, it was unavoidable now.
He drained the rest of his second glass of wine and almost the same moment it hit the table the waiter had reappeared to refill it. No better time than the present Stephen supposed. "We're ready to order," He said, without waiting to see if Daphne had even read her menu, "I'll have the slow-poached veal fillet please. Daphne, have you considered the smoked salmon? I've heard wonderful things about it."